Maple Syrup

Maple Syrup

At certain the times the world is like "Booyah" in your face. Today that happened with the thermometer. Exhibit A:

Damn near 70°F. Two days ago I was wearing my winter parka. Today Minneapoltins were running in shorts and tank tops. One brave little boy topped everyone. Swim trunks, Lake Harriet and a very apprehensive looking mother. Wow.

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Tapping Maples...

Tapping Maples...

Sometimes we just need a goose of inspiration to reel our sails back up and head out amidst the big vast sea.

Recently a dear friend has been grappling with a decision regarding place. Where to call home? Is it the right decision? Gut, heart, emotions...they pull us in all sorts of directions. How do we choose? How do we know? North, south, east...er was it southeast?

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